The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle...
Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead.
(Wikipedia)

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Saturday, January 8, 2011

I am not an expert but it seems to me that the zorb will go faster if you ride inside rather than try to balance on top with crutches and a pair of omnidirectional roller-skates.

Of course the model can be excused for her failure to think it through, since she was in great haste at the time to escape from what appears to be an enraged tamarind pod.

The artist can also be forgiven since he was probably completely out of his gourd:

In August 2003 Jörg Immendorff was caught in the luxury suite of a Düsseldorf hotel with seven prostitutes (and four more on their way) and some cocaine. More cocaine was found in his studio; all in all, the found substances contained 6.6 grams of pure cocaine, above the legal threshold for personal use. In interviews, he attempted to explain his actions with his terminal illness and as an expression of his "orientalism" that provided inspiration for his work. He also complained about prostitutes "who don't understand that a good whore does not divulge anything about her clients." [...] At the trial in July 2004, he admitted to having organized 27 similar orgies between February 2001 and August 2003. [...] He had been suspended from his position at the university but was reinstated after the verdict.

Six or seven grams of coke and eleven prostitutes hardly constitutes an 'ogry'. My gawd, have you Riddlers no standards at all? That's barely a 'party', more of an 'afternoon tea before the real drugs get here'.

I went to a party in West San Rafael one night where there were three hundred naked people and a fifty five gallon drum of Hawaiian punch laced with enough liquid LSD to bring about peace in our time. I gave all the Quaaludes in my pockets away before I took off my pants, and when I got home I had two Italian sisters (the del Reno girls, it turns out) and a pair of surprisingly well-fitting leather trousers.

Observation in this case is challenging, as the most common location of mikey's trousers is someplace where mikey is not, leading us to conclude that the best we can do is state accurately the velocity of mikey's trousers.